Nina's P.O.V
Was he talking about me and him or was he talking about something else? "Know about what? " I started at him nervously. "Ummm..." I could see tears filling up in his eyes. I knew it was something bad. "About the other night when you" he paused. "Cut." He said. I didn't know what to say. I can trust Beau but can I trust him with this? "You can tell me" he said. "No she doesn't. That's why I'm wearing long sleeves." I admitted. "I hate to say it but you need to tell your mom." Beau said.
"Why?"
"I can't do that." I said.
"You need to." He told me"But I can't!" My voice got louder as I spoke. "Why can't you?" Beau asked. "Okay you see last November I cut and I was rushed to the hospital. When I was at the hospital I told the nurse to not tell my mom why I was at the hospital. My mom didn't know why I was at the hospital because when I cut she wasn't there with me. My friend was the one who had rushed me straight to the hospital. The nurse kept my secret and my mom still doesn't know to this day why I was in the hospital. Even though she didn't know the reason she was still terrified that she might loose me. She cried for days she said that was the worst day of her life. Now you see why I can't tell her! I can't see my mom like that ever again." I explained "You still have to tell her. I'm sorry it's for your own good. I love you and she loves you too much for this to happen again. If you tell her she will get you help so that we can prevent it from happeneing again." Beau told me.
"I can't tell her!" I yelled at him.
"YOU HAVE TO!" He shouted at me. He's never shouted at me before. I started to cry.
Beaus P.O.V
I didn't mean to shout at her. It just happened. She needs to tell her mom so she can get help but she insists she can't. I know that it will be hard but she has to. "Your not the boss of me!" She shouted back at me. "I know ik not but in this case you have to listen to me!" I yelled. "No I don't!" She screamed at me. She was still crying. "I-I I'm sorry." I said. She didn't respond for a little while. "I think it's best that you leave." She told me. I didn't respond and just grabbed my stuff and left.
I walked down to my house lugging my backpack. I think we just got into our first fight. What does that mean? Did we break up or is it just a fight? No I can't be a break up! I love her too much to let this happen. I instantly run back to her house and rush into her room. "Beau?" She says. "Listen in sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. I just don't want to see you hurt again. I love you so much and when I saw you a few nights ago it killed me I can never bear to see you like that again. I just want the best for you." I said. "I understand." She said. "But it's too late." She continued she showed me her arms. They looked as if she cut and cut and cut. Once again I couldn't help it I started to cry.
Nina's P.O.V
Did we just break up? I can't take it I can't do this anymore I'm so done! I went under my bed and looked for my box and I remembered that Beau had taken my razor last time so I just went and took a blade from my bathroom. I slid it across my wrists about 6 times on each wrist I cried and cried. Then Beau walked in "Listen I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. I just don't want to see you hurt again. I love you so much and when I saw you a few nights ago it killed me I can never bear to see you like that again. I just want the best for you." He explained. I kept my head down and my arms hidden. "I understand." I said then I said "but it's too late." I held up my wrists slowly. They burned like hell I could t stop crying between this pain and then the fight that me and beau just had a few minutes ago. Then I saw Beau tear up and drop to the floor with his head in his hands. Then he darted back up still crying and rushed to my bathroom to get me a towel to soak up the blood on my arms. "Can we tell your mom now?" He said as he pressed the towel on my wrists. "I guess. But you have to be there with me." I said. I kept crying ashamed of what I had just did. "I will always be right here. Always" he kissed me lightly.
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The stranger that saved my life
Teen FictionNina Roberts 18 year old girl has been depressed just about her whole life. When she is at her worst will beau be able to help bring her back up or will he fail? Will the other boys cause some unexpected tension? (Completed)